Trend setter, Give a fuck what you do Sticks drums, Shaka got damn Zulu Holup, bitch, You misunderstood 6 I be fuckin wit the hood you suckin the hood dick Holup Gone and let the boy juug (x3) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could Gone and let the boy juug (x2) Hop up out the car (rep) Bullets fallin off my lap (you see em) Battery on 15% (damn) Baby just sent me a snap (naked) 607 blucifix (yikes) I don't cape and i don't cap (never) But I do be fallin in looove wit my mothafuckin straps (ay ay) Turnt it up wit no cosign (solid) Rap is great, god is good (pray) Tapes bumpin like Romine (dig) Gone and let the boy juug (wooh!) Turtle wax on my hood (heh) Nasty fashion bitch ugh! (Heh) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could (I had to) Pissy hallways dirty always that's the soil god chose (gutter) Crack smoke in my nose (daily) From that struggle grew a rose (yuh) Everyday the same jokes (niggas) They was jonin on the bold (stuntin) Teacher said I didn't apply myself I was like fuck you bitch I'm gettin drove (bitch) All my life I been a underdog (woof) So it's only right I fuck bitches (stab) Bout to put some diamonds on my collar (bling) Glowed up on a fuck nigga (yikes) I ain't try a get in touch witcha- bitch Don't you be lying to my auntie Ima old balla Sidney moncrief My life revolve around one street Hook Trend, setter, Give a fuck what you do Sticks, drums, Shaka got damn Zulu Holup, bitch, Youmisunderstood 6 I be fuckin wit the hood you suckin the hood dick Holup Gone and let the boy juug (x3) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could Gone and let the boy juug (x2) Verse 2 Mothafucka think he know me cuz I call him homie bitch I ain't the one (I promise) Keep my name off your tongue (thank ya) You have not seen all my guns (NIGGA) When you really bout smoke youn exhale keep it in ya lungs (try me) Cook a play up wit my thumbs (quick) You got insufficient funds (bruh) I'm a bald head nut ski mask fit me perfect let's jump (I'm ready) Fresh gucci sto mannequin (drape) You forever 21 (drove) Special sauce papa john's (drip) All the toppins I'm supreme (king) Tell the truth he coulda won (low key) But all his opps on his team (shame) Fuck it up, (ay) fuck it up (ay) Get me a check and I fuck it up Fuck it up (ay) fuck it up (ay) Nigga told me i ain't tough enough (what?) Niggas got corpse and prisoner fetishes, promise no cappin that's a fact (crazy) You only look up to niggas who got caught, type of backwards shit is that?! (Drove) All my life I got it out the mud (grind) So it's only right I ride dirty (strapped) 100 round magazine plug (cans) Gone on witcha lil 30 (that's cute) Ima gitcha back don't worry - bitch I just will not jump stupid (nah) I'm a free man you a doofus Being locked up ain't no cool shit Trend setter, Give a fuck what you do Sticks drums, Shaka got damn Zulu Holup, bitch, Youmisunderstood 6 I be fuckin wit the hood you suckin the hood dick Holup Gone and let the boy juug (x3) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could Gone and let the boy juug (x2)

You loco! How am i scared of you? When I'm so way ahead of you? Don't ever ask me 'what it do?' Cuz 'it' do what the fuck i tell it to Superstitious and so religious, Them chicks can't keep nothin from me See I can tell she a gold digger By the way the bitch count money So I canceled her She'll probably move to Los Angeles and go broke Cuz a stupid hoe gone be a stupid hoe No matter how you treat her; she's a joke And a nigga too so how you figure You're in a position to yike my block? When your neighborhood's a big pair of panties And you're like the cotton crotch - i watch These lil dirty broke niggas talkin bout kickin ass If you were getting money, you wouldn't be getting mad It's hard to frown counting 10,000 dollars cash Don't ask me a thing

Stupid rappers favorite your assassin underground, Music vainglorious it's okay chant now, Wack sound that sheep love to use fans cast out, tracks sound life like omni present superpower, amateurs challenge the master and recognize, after their defeat condemnation and sacrifice, here in hell its hot white flames embrace you, jeer and yell incubus fingers your cross jesus, lord 6 had you figured out you psyched, kids got you hype the object precisely, face your fear people hate your voice, can't state your claims mockery break your poise, know you don't, love is what emcees play for, hold up fools what are these jokes going on stage for? Respect our altar, kneel like men, rave and cruise Armstrong, you lose we win

6-0... 7 heavy hitta like the klitchkos steady gettin green like the bottom of a fish bowl Homies proud they remember I was piss po Crippin through the halls of McClellan wit tha big fro Now it's on, high steppin in the end zone Went from invisible to boy they could depend on Use to hate it now I parlay up in the friendzone Congratulated all the newlyweds but nuh uh Never letta regular degular nigga pass the level of heckler checkem and lay back on the gas Not a trapstar 1 helluva outcast, slash Rap god, secular niggas mad Why?! You was idle from december to cinco de mayo and you wonder why it ain't no chips in yo pico de gallo I never underestimate the power of denial Think about the difference when yo jacket on trial See they can tellam a Sargent You ain't aboutcho pay Put a bg on the market Tell me how much he gone make You are not ready for varsity Quit steppin outside yo grade I don't talk fast you listen slow get that stupid smile off yo face homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) Ciz I been yikin since trus vogues trios and daytons homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) Was hittin the rink to squaaaaab when you was really skatin homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) Was makin plays on the pager when you was just cakin homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) That's how they know you aint ready for 6-0.... 7 stay relentless til the encore Steady gettin green like the bottom of a lawnmower I'm like a secret in your house and I haunt yours Jack in yo daddy cup, rabbit in your mama drawer Work wit me turf surf wit me lead em on a high speed chase tri statewide search wit me Or name an opponent off the top of yo head Who claimin he want it gone and put up your bread and watch me murk eem A nigga just really be chillin I try to breeze over the fact that I'm killin em quiet is kept I'm glad they slept I ain't got no ceilings I'm kickin the doe in cuz they told me that my meal in there the bad guy is a billionaire I guess Ima be the villain (huuh) I don't be trippin at all I got baby bottles fulla pentobarbital And a trojan that'll blow the crown moldin off the wall Get arrested order pizza wit my 1 phone call See they can tellam a Sargent You ain't aboutcho pay Put a bg on the market Tell me how much he gone make You are not ready for varsity Quit steppin outside yo grade I don't talk fast you listen slow get that stupid smile off yo face homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) Ciz I been yikin since trus vogues trios and daytons homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) Was hittin the rink to squaaaaab when you was really skatin homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) Was makin plays on the pager when you was just cakin homeboy (Mm mm mm mm) That's how they know you aint ready for me

If you give them too much of your body they think it's theirs if you give them too much of your time they think it's theirs baby we're too grown to be lying we're all sharing but you must have forgotten let me be clear I do what I want to do, with who I want to do it with and I done kept it real with you so don't come at me with no bullshit muthafucka I'm grown! (x3) I can't get in trouble You must be used to them counterfeits I go in your pussy but I did not come out of it so quit trying to look me all in my eye for some conflict asking me dumb s*** baby you don't run s*** I like you and respect you at the same time I accepted your life don't try to change mine it's too much too fast my attitude shifts when you're talking out your ass I be like f*** you- I don't want to see you I ain't tryna change you- do you, be you I don't want to hang with you - no time, no way if you bout to wig on me when you don't get your way that's okay If you give them too much of your body they think it's theirs if you give them too much of your time they think it's theirs baby we're too grown to be lying we're all sharing but you must have forgotten let me be clear I do what I want to do, with who I want to do it with and I done kept it real with you so don't come at me with no bullshit muthafucka I'm grown! (x3) I can't get in trouble I ask her why it matter when she ask me where i been Nothin you can say gone stop me from goin again You need to know somethin, i'll tell you when it's time That pressurin and arguin, you askin for a lie I see it in your eyes, you get turned on when i be pissed off But all that fussin and arguing make my dick soft You believe every rumor, and i don't get it You dumb as you was before you got your college credits Pull in my neighborhood, turnin up my subs I ain't turnin nothin down til they free my homie Dubb You only like a nigga when you get your way Zip up your purse baby, you can't stay

The quiet desperation of your selfie tells me you rich, but you ain't healthy Workin hard just to buy shit you don't need to impress a bunch of folk you don't like but you wanna make em jealous? You a sick individual i'ma say it for you Won't hear me lyin tombout I'm prayin for you Give a damn if they understand, call me lost , I know who the fuck I am The e-a the r-f the e-a-r Get the respect and the check cuz we ain't yall Mockin hits, hoppin dicks like a teenage broad Review the timline you can see they fraud When the jerseys popped saw em put on jerseys When No Limit was poppin they was sayin ya heard me Screw start jumpin and they start comin down Meanwhile slide to the geek side of town (it's me) Nerd superb rain boots and Levis Functional fashion and flick a factory g-ride Suckas following trends and can't see why I be fly, cuz they done ate booty and got the pink eye Saw it happen wit Ed Hardy and True Religion Looked at my gloves crazy, while they wore glitter Be yourself don't wait for people to do it witcha EAT BOOTY CUZ YOU WANNA EAT BOOTY NIGGA! Yeeeeaaaaah, you ain't slick I left came back and you still ain't shit Taxtime shawty takin IG pics Cuz he done begged his baby mama to carry the kid I don't participate in the mockery so they knockin me and my philosophy But I'm ready for anarchy I study Anne Moody yall fuckin with androgyny Look the words up bitch don't bother me Ima get you a stopwatch, so you can stop watchin me and make yo block hot Blow too much gas, you need a stopcock Youn know what that mean either?! Got damn you stupid, that mean yo kid ain't smart, just smarter than you and that shit ain't hard What you doin tryna rap? you got legacy problems And yo baby mama man of the house? MY GOD Whoever don't believe in the behemoth will surrender as I render you anemic, What make it so baaaaad I ain't even at my zenith I got em so maaaaad don't eem want me on the remix They just don't know If my team full of liars and club hustlas It's gone be some friendly fire in this mothafucka Give a damn what they understand, call me cruel, I know who the fuck I am The e-a the r-f the e-a-r Get the respect and the check cuz we ain't yall Mockin hits hoppin dicks like a teenage broad I don't talk to workers, lemme see they boss (aay!) When they mappin my plays I call a audible Nothin but chillin, I'm killin, I feel remarkable You'll never understand the real Cuz I'm still standin you still standin still

Swag is organic my buzz is organic Ion fuck wit the numbers ion dry snitch for traffic Niggas be stealin that don't mean I'm lackin Say she gone leave getcho bag ho I'll pack it Granddaddy used to say shutup that racket Now he in heaven watching me count rackies I watch his daughter like I'm the dothrakis Ain't no FedEx but I'm trackin yo package Syllables so Savage my bulletproof got patches I'm looking through my mattress like see what I fount Always play dumb just to peep who gone cheat me you think you just beat me I froze yo account Process up top but her pussy team natural Fuck her to sleep she curled up like a cashew You told me move I ain't freeze like no statue So keep that same energy do what I ask you Strapped at her condo cuz she got a nigga (whoo) Cut my dick hair wit his clippers (whoo) She know she get wrong I'll blick her Might get a new whip and leave on the sticker Might get a ticket and leave on these niggas I can't hear yo hatin I'm skatin through clouds Closer to God but I think like the devil I wonder who'll come when I'm under the ground I done took too many Ls My niggas all just now gettin outta jail I wrote the code on myself Niggas can't read so I shoot til I'm felt Coconut air freshener on the dash I kept my pills in a Skittles bag Struggle on deck how could you get mad? Ran up a check on yo stupid ass Nigga I'm clickbait, touch me, shit not Gone go, hiyoo thankit shoulda went (say) 6 what Cha boyfriend could been (ooh) Got a aux cord lemme put it in (ay) You a trap star boy juug then juug then getcha dirty mama out the hood then Whip it like a chef boy cook den you was real smart from the outside lookin in Wutnya? (Bitch) If I was broke it'd still be fuck ya (bitch) Gave I ain't never took nothin (bitch) Sad part is I still love ya (bitch x3) Hate you for making me love knowing it's fraud all in yo heart Now I can see through yo games and nothing can save you not even god

Mobbin outta LR evil ass bastard Yeen in the mix don't worry bout the cake Niggas wanna vape ion know about that shit Boy sleep on me set fire to mattress Lil friend face skin stuck to the pillowcase Inbox the opps they'll tell you what happened I look my prey in the eye when I penetrate Hell naw fuck y'all ion wanna link Skin doo doo brown and my hat pussy pink potna You not thinker so fuck what you think Popper on side me I'm rollin like brinks homie I sent her nun but emojis and winks She dropped the addy I bink bink bink Then wash the pole in the bathroom sink While you trippin, takin pictures of progress is just gone juice yo competition Yeen postin what you pitchin, I'm prolly gone come and get some money witcha Back and forth just like a rockin chair cock in there knockin air up out her lungs tho Niggas salty I survived a pandemic I'm livin livin having fun ho I give my team - Jewells, Loyd they trust me you know I'ma spaz Call me the Storm when I get the ball cuz I'ma destroy but you know I'ma pass Gross as a open sore nigga we scabbin Put out a classic, my number the same They throw a fit when I'm yikin like thisss Ain't gone, do a, hoe ass, thang Bitch I'm a germ in vaccine clothin Tycoon 24/7 we open These niggas always in the backseat smokin Loser they legacy I'm surrounded by niggas wit special needs If you stan then you cannot compare to me Got no plan so they default to jealousy Check this out tell the police if they kill my family fuck off cuz I will not be settling This is war now you owe me some blood Can't protect your whole family at once I woke up to my neighbor he slow as hell His caretaker was whoopin his goofy ass Til one day he kicked bro in the thote and bailed I love Karma, she real and he can't get mad- Why you show yo chicken? that made you a target but you let these thotties befriend you Them lil bitty titties on interesting women that's something you oughta look into She gone love you right Issa couple types you ain't had yet See that skanless yella bone black and yellow phone she don't never tip her lash tech But we ain't never had bad sex She be comin up with hella plans While these hoes waitin on the mailman Flip them bundles witcho student loans I'm cashapp a couple PELL grants Toxic pyramid scheme goals, I'ma fuck ya friends Breakin bread but you get the most Let me tell it that's a win win Shiiiiiiiiid

Mane you got so much in common wit these fake niggas You bout that playin, I'm just sayin Walk like a duck, quack like a duck, must be a duck (x2) Okay I'm confused (x2) You been sellin dope for 10 years but you broke - ok I'm confused Okay I'm confused you gone have to excuse me Yo credit 1000 then why you on housin? Okay I'm confused Okay I'm confused, let's get it Let's go The reason you don't know me homie cuz you ain't nobody to know Okay I'm confused, I'm tryna relate That hatin gone haunt you why don't you just let me be great? I ain't surprised Pussy got faces and eyes HIV pussy ain't shy Pussy you die Take em to the roof so high Pussy ass nigga can't fly Coming to the nerd from the hood with the beaker watch your tongue hold your head Show up on your block with the Bluetooth speaker like member what you said?? Buck the Devil- I been yikin tryna get my life together- Doing ok but I know I can do better- Mama told me never settle But the man got n plans for me to die in the ghetto I ain't crazy- We didn't hang ourselves or put ourself through slavery- Wear a uniform and kill our own teenagers- Tax payin black man worth less than what they payin for each inmate in the can whatchoo sayin? So whatchoo sayin? Ok I'm confused, you gone have 2 excuse me You say I'm the villain, you doin the killin Ok I'm confused The fuck is you sayin? What the fuck is yo plan I'm finna go fill up a coupla gas cans

Kill what you love, kill what you love Leave you alive and I kill what you love Kill what you love kill what you love Look in yo eye when i kill what you love Oh you like hustle I'm killin it, oh you like fashion I'm killin it Check out my sack Oh you like music I'm killin it I heard yo tape I wasn't feelin it Don't call me back Oh you like bitches I'm killin em case after case I'm the villain I give em the axe Flexin bout fightin and stealin you run off the money and women my nigga relax Oh you like tourin I kilt it already This life is borin I kilt it already Oh you like foreigns i kilt em already I need me some muscle I'm back on the Chevy Oh you like flexin I kilt it already All by my lonely 1 deep in this bitch Stunt em so hard they don't know til they google They look back up at me I'm cheesin and shit Nigga you fuckin wit God huh Cover yo life wit the dark huh Took the bag i was gone put on yo head And bought my grandma a massage huh Hate on a boss atcho job huh Salty like chicken from shark's huh Joke about being the king of the deck But a check for you ain't in the cards huh Got- damn the bag done got big (x2) Suckas be tickin, pocketwatchin ass niggas Gone somewhere wit that shit This a religion Learn a- lesson- boutcha- self- yeena boss- nigga (huh) Call me- bluci- f1x it's- hell if- I get crossed- nigga